Come to Me
Chapter 6's

The warning! This content not for UNDER AGE!

In the initial paragraph there are some fulgar words that if imagined will be dangerous for the reader ^^ so for those who do not like it can be skipped first.

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He kissed the other side of my mouth, his eyes not turning away from me.

I nodded, slowly.

Jis grinned as she pushed me to lie down on the blanket and wrapped my body around her. He treats me so gently!

His long muscular body looks perfect, fitting the soft curves of my body. He pressed one leg between my legs and I could feel his great erection on my thigh.

I pushed my hand under her shirt to feel her skin, rubbing it up and down her ribs. His skin was very smooth and tight wrapped around his sculpted muscles.

She continued her activities and drove me crazy with her expert mouth, she ran her hands from my hips up on my shirt touching my breasts and I bent to the ground, pressing my breasts on her hands. My nipples hardened, strained inside my bra and jersey, she ran her thumb over my nipples.

"Open your eyes." I looked into her perfect black eyes, which were looking at me with passion and hunger. My breath gasped, and I ran the tip of my finger down to his chest.

"You're so sexy, Put. I can't stop touching you."

"I like you touching me."

"You like it?" she caressed my face, fluttering a strand of hair on my cheek.

"Yes" I whispered.

"Your skin is very smooth" he murmured, his finger still on my cheek.

"I love the curves of your body."

My eyes widen.

"Don't frown." He kissed me between my eyebrows and outlined a frown on my forehead.

"I'm not sure about my curves." This is a whisper of confession I've never made before, and honestly I've never felt this vulnerable.

His black gaze met me again, and each word was spoken sharply: "You. Hugely. Pretty."

I closed my eyes, but he touched my chin, forcing me to look at him again.

"Thank you."

Her lips found mine, soft, threatening and caressing my mouth as if we had all the time in this world. I shifted my hips and banged my body on his thigh, and he groaned low in his throat.

My blood is boiling. I've never felt like wanting a man like I wanted Jis Khalifa. I want to feel it. I want it fast and hard, and I want it all day. I love how he treats me gently.

He sat down, pulled me with him and grabbed my shirt. "I want to see you." He was panting, and right now I felt like I was going to do everything he asked.

I raised my hand overhead, but before he could pull my shirt off, I felt a drop of water on my face. I looked up and realized the sky turned cloudy and the rain started to fall, the rain started to seep through the gap of the oak tree branch.

"I'm wet" I whispered in his mouth.

He grinned, his eyes laughing at me. "I hope so."

I laughed with him, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "That's it, too, but we'll soon be wet."

"Damn." Jis muttered, kissed me. He runs his hands under my back, from my neck to my butt, and I think I'm sighing.

"We have to go." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Don't think I won't find the secret of your tattoo."

"Why make this slow?" my breathing began to settle, but my heart was still pounding. Oh, what is this guy doing to me!

"I thought I changed my mind." He's really serious.

Thank God!

"And why is that?" I escaped my hand through her hair, completely happy to be on her lap, with her arms tightly hugging me.

"Because I can't take my hand off you. I don't know what you've done to me, but I feel like I'm out of my control."

He shook his head again, and looked around realizing the sky was dark.

"The rain is going to get heavier, let's go back." He let me stand and we gathered things, running small among the trees towards the car. On the way back to the car, we got wet and laughed like children.

"I don't want to make your leather upholstery wet!"

"Don't worry about it, come in."

He opened the door for me. "I don't want you to get sick, baby."

The darling? Sweetheart! Would it be okay if she called me dear? He directed me to sit down, closed the door and ran to the driver's seat. He looked at me, his hair and shirt wet, panting, his beautiful black eyes full of humor.

Oh yeah, I'm fine with that.

"Let's go home and dry yourself out." He ran the car and got out of the parking lot, headed for the expressway.

"So tell me more about yourself."

Jis drove down the highway and glanced at me.

"What do you want to know?" my many.

"Favorite music?"

"Maroon 5." Answer me easily.

"Favorite movie?" he asked while grinning.

"Hmm.we've already talked about this." I laugh. "I still love The Way We Were."

"Ah yes, you are a fan of Robert Redford." He kissed my hand and I breathed.

"Yes." Yeah."

"First boyfriend?" he asked, his eyes staring tensely, and I froze. How do I answer this question?

"You know, I've never done this." I turned to look at him.

He glanced at me, then looked back at the street. "Do what?"

I shrugged, tried to find the right words, and wondered why I felt I had to explain myself.

"Hey," she hooked her finger with mine and kissed my hand before putting it on her lap. "What's that?"

"I don't usually spend a lot of time with men. I'm not kissing. I don't share food. I don't spend time playing twenty questions. I'm just….No."

This is starting to be untrue!

He glanced at me again, surprised.

"Okay, what are you doing with men?"

He squirms in his seat and I think he's angry.

"I slept with them." These. There goes.

"What?" He's really mad.

"Jis, I'm not dating." Oh, how do I explain this?

I never wanted to date anyone before. Before with.

"Are you ignoring me?" there was a sense of disbelief in him and he let go of my hand.

"No!" I closed my eyes and shook my head. "Before I met you, I mean. I just don't want you to think that I messed up or that I went out with men in the woods in just less than two days I knew him."

"But you slept with them." The hardship.

"Yes, I did." I went back to my original seat and looked out the windshield.

"Before my parents died…"

He took my hand again and I turned to him, surprised.

"Continue."

"Before they died, when I was in college, I didn't think much of myself. And because of that, not like everyone else does. I'm not dating as Jis' choice. But sex is something I understand. I never wanted to feel anything else with men."

I gulped with great difficulty and closed my eyes in shame.

"Did something happen to you that you felt that way?" voice calm. Too quiet.

"Umm.." I've never told anyone this. Except Anna.

"Look, Fuck, I feel something here, too, and you can bet your sweetness, your beautiful ass that makes me want to fuck you. I'm not just sleeping with you. So I think it's important that we be honest with each other right now. Nothing surprises me." His face is very sincere.

"Yesterday night you said you wanted to make love to me."

"Yes, indeed. And will. But not tonight."

"Oh."

"yeah. So what happened, honey?"

I removed my hand from his grasp and stuck my fingers over my lap. Jis switched lanes and I tried to gather my thoughts. Oh, this hurts.

"When I was seventeen, I was dating a man who for a few months I thought was pretty good. I'm a virgin, she always teases me, but I don't care. I'm seventeen, for God's sake. Well, shortening the story, he went too far one night. We were at my house, my parents were at a party, and we were just the two of us, and he was." I stopped talking and looked out the window. "He raped me."

"Suckhead."

"That's not the worst part." I laughed miserably with that memory.

"That's not funny at all." He glanced at me now and my face was like a drunk.

"Trust me, I know." I swallowed it."You like to curse."

"You haven't heard the swearing. What happens next?"

"My parents are home." This is a whisper of confession. Again, Jis breathed out loudly.

"My dad almost killed him. Police have also been called. He's grounded. His father was a senator, so along with the legal bullshit, my parents sued his parents and won. My father was a high-class lawyer. I got a sizable trust fund from the lawsuit, which I'll never touch. I don't need it, my parents make sure I've had enough attention, and I don't want it at all,"

He didn't say anything long enough. He was just driving and looked like a daydream.

"So," I interrupted the silence, "That's why I have so many problems with the men on campus. It took me several years of counseling and my parents' death woke me up and pulled me out of my bad behavior."

"The tattoos?" tanyakanya.

"No, ironically, these tattoos have nothing to do with my past, and everything to do with healing."

He still doesn't want to see me. Shit, this is too fast!

"Hey." I held her hand. "I know it's all too soon for you, and we just got to know each other. If you'd rather just drop me off at home and cut off our relationship, I can understand."

"No, Put, you won't let me go so easily." He squeezed my finger and I felt a great relief.

"You're being quiet."

"I honestly don't know what to say." His forehead was wrinkled and he looked at me.

"I just. I feel like this has led to something more intimate, and I think you should know."

"You don't date someone, never?"

I shook my head.

"Darling, we've got a lot to talk about." Her voice softened again and I felt hope slowly spreading across my chest.

"We talking?"

"Oh, yeah. I have one more question."

"okay."

"Where is that bastard?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Because I'm gonna kill him." I can't believe he just said that! I laughed softly. "no need. I'm sure he's a pathetic man, Jis."

"He must go to hell."

"He'll be there." I clasped his hand tighter.

"Trust me, he's not a problem anymore. My father saved me."

"Thank you, God." He kissed my fingers, and I felt him relaxing beside me.

Wow, I've said the worst to her, and she still wants to be with me? How can I be so lucky?

Jis got in front of my house and turned off the car. He opened the door for me, and lifted up my camera bag, following inside the house. I opened the door and hinted at him to come in.

"Anna!" I called my best friend, but this house seems empty.

"I don't think he's home." I smiled at him and took my camera bag, put it on the floor and my bag on the table. I took his car keys and put them on the table.

"Can I take you around?" suddenly I felt ashamed.

"certain."

I clasped his hand. "Thank you for joining our tour today Mr. Jis Khalifa, we're glad you're with us." Jis laughed, laughed out loud, and I felt my embarrassment disappear. "Oh, I love your sense of humor, Frog."

I took my camera bag off the floor and he raised his eyebrows "I'll show you my studio and put this all together." He nodded and I went around the house.

"Look at you have a good view too" he pointed at the floor and windows in the large room and I smiled.

"Yes. This is clearly the living room, dining room and kitchen."

I glanced towards the red and brown sofa, dark wood patterned dining room furniture, and a simple and elegant kitchen.

"Good kitchen." He winks at me.

"Yes." Yeah." My reply then he chuckles. "But I don't cook often. Anna cooks more."

"I'd love to cook for you here." Stare shines.

"I'll like it." I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Okay, let's go out to the studio, then I'll show you upstairs."

"out?"

"Yes, I turned the guest house into a studio. That's my favorite part of the house. Come on."

I preceded him out of the sliding glass door, past the backyard of the studio. I held the door and saw him speculating.

"What's this?" his question, curious written on his face.

"Don't be tense and panic, okay?"

"Why should I panic?"

"Well, I told you that I don't take regular photos." I bit my lips.

"Honey, after our previous conversation, and my feelings for you right now, I guarantee you I won't feel panicked or surprised." I looked at his face, and knowing his point, I turned around to open the door.

This is okay.

I walked in front of him and put my camera bag on the floor. Turn on the lights and Jis follows her inside. He stopped inside the doorway, he was shocked, his eyes widened, looking at my studio.

I turned around and looked around with him. In one corner was a king-size bed with a white cloth hanging in the canopy, ready for tomorrow's session. There is another floor for the attic – perfect lighting! – across the room. There are shelves for lingerie, corsets, fur scarves, shoes and other properties.

But he focused on looking at the photo of the kanfas hanging across the room. He walked over there and looked at the couple who were in the throes of passion. The photo is black and white, the side view of the couple lying on my king size bed, the man hooked the woman, the man's mouth was on the woman's breast. The woman's head looks back, her mouth is open, her legs wrap around her partner's hips and stick out to the back of her thighs. It was an intimate erotic photo and one of my favorites.

Jis turned around, observing all the artwork on my wall. Some women or men are in a provocative pose, most couples are in different sexual positions. Finally, his eyes returned to me.

"This is what I do" I whispered.

"Snake," he gulped and looked at my favorite photo again.

"It's so incredible."

"really?"

He nodded, his eyes widened. "Yeah, this is amazing. Very sexy. How can you make it like this?"

I can't get rid of the smile on my face. "On campus. The girls asked me to take photos of their dressing rooms for their girlfriends, so I set up an impromptu studio in my apartment and started a business there."

"And the couple?"

"It's like growing up. Many of them are returning customers, boyfriends or husbands love photos of the woman, and they want more intimate photos as a couple."

"It's not pornography." I just wanted to clarify that, and see his face.

He cringed. "Darling, this is a work of art. This is not pornography at all."

I smiled, relieved. "There was a bedroom that I used to store property and furniture in a variety of photos, and I used the kitchen to store drinks for customers. Some girls like to have their pictures taken there too. That's fun."

He walked up to me, cupped both of my cheeks in his palm and kissed me gently.

"You have incredible talent."

Waw.

"thank you. And for notice only. I've never had sex here." His eyes were dancing mischievously.

"Is that a challenge?"

"No. That's reality."

"Why?"

"Because it's not my memory. They're my customers."

"So, you didn't bring men here?"

"Just you, handsome." I smile shyly.

"It's good to know."

"Actually," I continued, looking at him in his shining black eyes. "I've never invited a man into my house before."

His eyes widened and he took a deep breath. "Your bed?"

"Just me."

"It has to be changed." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the studio, closed the studio door and led me into the house.

"Where's your bedroom?"